The inheritance that Huang Laoliu received from the elders of Jiange.
A spiritual sword is by no means as good as raising a sword.
But this is also the inheritance of the sword pavilion, and it is an existence that can condense a sword in the hundred-breath heaven realm.
This kind of inheritance is extremely precious.
It was just a private inheritance. If it were discovered, Huang Laoliu's guilt would be unimaginable.
Han Muye glanced at Huang Laoliu, shook his head with a smile and said, "Brother Six, you want to become the deacon of the sword pavilion and the elder of the sword pavilion, so you sold two high-grade spiritual stones to the Condensing Sword Art?"
In the mortal world, a penny can't defeat a heroic man.
In the world of spiritual practice, this principle still holds true.
For most low-level practitioners, two high-grade spiritual stones cannot be earned in a lifetime.
And those who can produce two high-grade spiritual stones no longer look down upon this wealth.
"I didn't sell the Condensing Sword Art." Huang Laoliu looked at Han Muye solemnly, and then said: "I was afraid that the favor would not be enough."
Not yet?
Han Muye frowned.
At this moment, Huang Laoliu suddenly opened his mouth and said with a proud smile: "Your sixth sister-in-law has already said that you want me to accompany her back to Jinyang."
Back to Jinyang? Huang Laoliu and Lu Qingping’s hometown.
Lu Qingping is willing to accompany Huang Laoliu to retire together?
Has she figured it out?
Han Muye nodded with a smile on his face: "Brother Six, congratulations."
If Lu Qingping really leaves Qingfengguan, that might be a good thing.
After all, Qingfengguan betrayed Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
The wrinkles on Huang Laoliu's face have softened, and he seems much younger.
"What about Sixth Brother, your practice..." Han Muye asked in a low voice with some hesitation.
Huang Laoliu had boldly promised to enter the Heaven Realm, even the Hundred Breath Heaven Realm.
"As for cultivation, just follow the circumstances."
"Nothing like the Heavenly Realm of Hundred Breaths can compare to the hot bed of a wife and children."
Rubbing his chin, Huang Laoliu's toothless mouth unconsciously grinned.
"When Pingmei and I come down the mountain, I will pass on the Condensing Sword Technique to you."
"Actually, even if I don't teach you, the elders will teach you. You are the most suitable person to be in charge of the sword pavilion."
Reaching out and patting Han Muye on the shoulder, Huang Laoliu turned back to the quiet room and took out a small cloth bag.
"I don't think I need these elixirs for increasing longevity. You can keep them."
These medicines were all bought by Lu Qingping during the day, and there was also a piece of frost bamboo root that Tang Yunhao gave to Han Muye.
Han Muye wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, he accepted it.
Putting these elixirs in Huang Laoliu's hands is not enough to refine the elixir.
Han Muye still has the main ingredients given by Bai Suzhen, and he can refine them into elixirs by looking for some ingredients.
At worst, I'll just give Huang Lao Liu a pill when the time comes.
Seeing Han Muye receiving the elixir, Huang Laoliu went back to the quiet room with a smile.
Han Muye also returned to his quiet room, and then lay on the couch, feeling a little lost.
Huang Laoliu is about to leave the Sword Pavilion and the Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
From now on, he might be the only one left on the first floor of the sword pavilion.
It seems that spiritual practice is, after all, a lonely journey.
On this road, some people fell down and some turned back.
A smile appeared on Han Muye's face.
Huang Laoliu was also happy that he could get what he wanted.
"It's a pity that I came to this world without worries..."
Han Muye whispered, his eyes falling on the white tiger scroll hanging on the wall opposite.
"No, I still have you..."
In his sea of energy, sword intent trembled slightly.
These sword intentions seemed to want to turn into sword energy, penetrate into his body, blend into his Dantian, and become a part of his body.
Not only these sword intentions, but also the sword energy poured into the long swords on the first floor of the sword pavilion outside the quiet room seemed to sense Han Muye's mood and emit a subtle vibration.
At this moment, Han Muye felt inexplicably at ease.
Isn’t the purpose of practicing spiritual practice just to have this feeling of peace of mind?
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Early in the morning, Han Muye went to the small courtyard to wash up and practice swordplay. Huang Laoliu had already gotten up early and was kicking around there.
"Brother Six, slow down, be careful of your waist." Han Muye joked with a smile.
"Bah, brother Liu, my waist is fine." Huang Laoliu shouted and punched, and his movements matched Han Muye's intentional and invisible sword moves.
Han Muye swung his long sword at will, and all the sword moves he had learned before were at his fingertips.
Although the sword was not infused with spiritual energy, there was an indescribable mystery about it.
The long sword vibrated slightly. Han Muye took a deep breath and pointed the sword forward.
In his mind, the image of a white tiger descending from the mountain on the wall of the quiet room appeared.
In the small courtyard, the floating sword intent slowly condensed.
The sword energy turns into silk, just like the endless tiger hairs in the scroll. Each tiger hair is a sword energy.
As the sword energy condensed like raindrops, the small courtyard suddenly became cold.
Huang Laoliu, who was kicking his legs, shuddered and hurriedly wrapped his robe tighter.
It was only Han Muye's sword energy that condensed, and then it shattered and turned into nothingness.
Holding a long sword, he frowned.
This sword energy cannot be condensed because he has not practiced enough.
If he can cultivate the sword force, he can condense the sword energy in an instant.
After pondering slightly, he took action again.
Since the sword energy outside the body is not obedient, then use the refined sword energy inside the body.
These sword energies are obedient and can be reunited after being consumed.
In the dantian, the scattered sword energy that was originally floating shook and pulsed out along Han Muye's meridians.
The sword energy was still gentle at first, but as soon as it came out of the body, it suddenly turned cold.
Driven by Han Muye's thoughts, the sword energy slowly solidified.
Foot length.
Three inches.
The sword energy swayed and returned to Han Muye's body.
The image of the white tiger in his mind also disappeared.
It seems that understanding and meeting are two different things.
Tuoba Cheng can use a soft ink pen to condense sword energy into tiger hair.
But now it is difficult for Han Muye to condense into a tiger whip, let alone tiger hair.
With a full level of understanding, it is too natural to expect to be able to master the cultivation method of a powerful person like Tuoba Cheng.
Whether it is the sword energy turning into silk or the white tiger sword power, only those who are strong in the realm can master it.
"Sure enough, practice is a tower built step by step."
Han Muye slowly sheathed his sword and whispered.
In his Dantian, the sword energy was much more solid and agile than before.
However, most of the spiritual energy that originally filled his Dantian was depleted.
This is the amount of ten top-grade Yunqi Pills piled up.
"Condensing Sword Qi, Condensing Sword Bones, Condensing Sword Silk, they are all big users of spiritual energy."
Han Muye's eyes were shining brightly.
This is the halo of the spirit stone.
When Huang Laoliu turned around, he was slightly startled when he saw Han Muye's gaze.
"Brother Han, what kind of swordsmanship have you practiced? Why do you look like a tiger trying to eat people?"
…
For half the morning, no one came to Jiange.
In the square in front of the gate, Lin Shen waved his big sword, making the tiger and tiger fly.
Lu Gao, the doorman, was more cautious and leaned against the door frame, snoring softly.
Lin Shen is a member of the inner sect and has a salary, so it doesn't matter how much he makes a fuss. Lu Gao, who lives in Jiange, is totally incomparable.
afternoon.
"Brother Six is not going to see Sister-in-law Six today?"
Han Muye, who was wiping his sword in front of the wooden stand and collecting sword energy, spoke curiously.
It is said that when love is intense, it shouldn't be like three autumns apart if we don't see each other for a day. Today, Huang Laoliu was sitting in front of the long desk, and he was not in a hurry.
"The sect's gathering will start tomorrow. Pingmei needs to get used to the sword in her hand, so you can't interrupt her."
Huang Laoliu shook his head and said.
Having said this, he turned to look at Han Muye: "Brother Han, that sect party is so exciting, you must go and see it."
"It is said that many young female disciples of the sect have extraordinary looks. You can't miss it."